Who knew Dad was a poet. This would have been 1994 just a year after the cruise that was the beginning of his decline.
No one looks at all pleased to be in this photo, except maybe Grandma Patrick and Aunt Norma. Everyone else is either looking shifty-eyed at someone else or into the camera, not smiling.
This was also my graduation party that I shared with my cousin Jim and his girlfriend. Of course, as with all important events ((including my wedding reception)), the party took place in our garage.
